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Then, Harry heard only silence.

The footsteps of the two professors gradually faded away until they disappeared completely at the end of the corridor.

Harry then carefully poked his head out, confirmed that there was no one around, and walked into the castle.

His heart was in a mess, and the conversation he had just heard echoed in his mind.

"Corpse?"

If it was the Harry of the past, he would probably feel creepy and even shudder when hearing this word.

But now, he was surprised to find that his heart was surprisingly calm.

The fear that shook the soul seemed to have left him.

Perhaps because he had experienced too much darkness and death in his memory, Harry's sensitivity to these things had been smoothed.

He even felt that this calmness and numbness might be the result of some deeper changes in his heart.

Despite this, he did not take this situation lightly.

The appearance of a corpse was an extraordinary thing in any case.

Moreover, listening to Slughorn's description, the state of the corpse seemed quite terrible.

Harry stopped and looked up at the towering tower of the castle. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the stone wall, dyeing it a deep orange-red.

His eyes gradually became firm.

"Deveraux must know about this kind of thing."

Harry stood in the corridor, his thoughts turning rapidly.

He decided not to tell this information to anyone who was still in Hogwarts, including Ron and Hermione.

Although they were his best friends, he felt that they were too young and lacked the experience and ability to deal with such things.

This matter was too complicated and might even be dangerous. He couldn't risk getting his friends involved.

Among the people he knew, the most reliable one was undoubtedly Deveraux.

Harry recalled the news he had learned from Deveraux before: he had been attending an important exchange meeting these days and was temporarily staying at the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hedwig,"

Harry whispered to himself, and the image of his owl quickly appeared in his mind.

"I can only rely on you."

He made up his mind and immediately wrote a letter for Hedwig to send to the Leaky Cauldron to inform Deveraux of this matter as soon as possible.

Although I don't know whether the letter can be delivered in time, this is the only way at present.

Harry's eyes fell on the distant window. The sky gradually darkened, and the snow outside the castle became more and more silent in the twilight.

His hand unconsciously reached to his waist and touched the cold and familiar touch of the wand.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm his inner tension and anxiety.

"It doesn't matter,"

he said to himself in his heart.

"Even if a dark wizard really comes, I will definitely protect my friends!"

Harry turned around and prepared to leave quickly. He had already made a plan in his mind, but at the moment he took the first step, a strong intuition made him stop.

Someone is staring at me!

He raised his head suddenly, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

At the end of the corridor, there was a person standing.

The man stood quietly in the afterglow of the sunset, his gray robe fluttering slightly in the wind, looking both calm and mysterious.

He held a pink thermos in his hand. This kind of object did not look like something that would appear in the hands of a wizard, but more like a Muggle's personal belongings.

Looking up, the man's white beard was long and thick, almost reaching his chest.

His face was slightly sallow, as if he had just experienced a long journey or some exhausting work.

What Harry couldn't ignore the most was the pair of blue eyes - deep and calm, as if they could see through everything.

The half-moon glasses reflected a faint light in the sunset, and this familiar figure made Harry's mind go blank in an instant.

"Albus Dumbledore!"

Harry's heart sank suddenly. Professor Slughorn just said that the headmaster was not in school. What was going on?

His mind was running fast, trying to sort out this sudden situation.

However, no matter from which angle you look at it, it seems extremely strange.

Is Dumbledore in front of him credible?

Since coming to Hogwarts, Harry had to admit that it was Deveraux, not the headmaster, who really saved him from danger time and time again.

Although he deeply admired Dumbledore's wisdom and authority, it was undeniable that the foundation of this trust was not deep.

Especially the conversation between Slughorn and Professor McGonagall just now, the word "corpse" was like a thorn in his mind, lingering.

Harry's intuition told him that all this might be much more complicated than it seemed.

A strange picture suddenly flashed in his mind-a huge wardrobe, burning, the flames devouring everything, making an unsettling crackling sound.

Where did this picture come from?

Was it his memory, or something foreign?

Harry couldn't be sure, but a strong sense of vigilance instantly surged in his heart.

He felt that his brain seemed to be peeped or manipulated by some force.

He had to do something! !

At this moment, he instinctively performed brain occlusion, quickly shifting all his thoughts to some trivial and harmless things-next week's Quidditch training plan, the progress of homework, Ron's complaints about dinner.

These ordinary thoughts filled his mind, like a thick barrier, isolating everything else.

At the same time, he tried to keep his expression calm.

He raised his head and walked towards Dumbledore with a well-placed smile on his face.

"Hello principal!"

There was a hint of enthusiasm in Harry's voice, but there was no hint of overstepping.

Dumbledore smiled slightly, his blue eyes shining gently behind his half-moon glasses.

"Harry, have a good weekend."

His tone was as calm as ever, as if they had just met by chance in the hallway.

However, he said nothing more and made no further inquiries about Harry's whereabouts.

This made Harry feel a little more relaxed, but he didn't dare to stop at all.

He walked quickly in the direction of the owl loft, trying to appear as natural as possible, but his inner nervousness did not diminish at all.

Dumbledore stood quietly, watching Harry's back gradually disappear until the footsteps completely disappeared in the empty corridor.

He looked down at the pink thermos cup in his hand, slowly unscrewed the lid, and took a sip.

In an instant, his originally sallow complexion gradually returned to normal, as if this sip of drink contained some kind of strange energy.

He moved his shoulders slightly and looked much more energetic, but his eyes became cold.

His eyes turned to the deep shadow at the end of the corridor, and his voice was low and full of warning.

"When you get what you want, leave quickly. Don't think about anything else."

There was a low roar from the shadows, like some kind of angry beast, the sound was low and harsh.

However, the roar only lasted for a moment, and then the entire corridor fell into silence again.

Dumbledore exhaled a long breath, but his eyes involuntarily glanced in the direction that Harry had just left.

His brows furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something, and after a moment he whispered to himself.

"Occlumency? Have you awakened to this extent... But how long can the effect of desire magic last?"

His voice was so soft that it almost melted into the air. Then, he raised his head, straightened his robe, and seemed ready to leave.

But his direction was not towards the principal's office, but towards Hogsmeade.

However, just as he took a few steps, a figure suddenly stood in front of him.

He was a dark-skinned man, as if he had just crawled out of a pile of coal. He was well-dressed but appeared casual and natural.

There was a hearty smile on his face, but there was a disturbing edge in his eyes.

"He should have told you what I want, right?"

Dumbledore looked completely unmoved.

"certainly."

——

Five o'clock in the morning.

London

The Leaky Cauldron.

“Finally it’s fixed!!!”

Devereux excitedly raised the cage above his head and cheered loudly!

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